Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“What? No, it’s fine.” She squeaked as he turned her. She hadn’t managed to get her jeans up her legs so she only wore a t-shirt and panties.

Dylan pulled her panties down over her ass.

“Dylan!” she protested, trying to turn and push away his hand.

“Stand still,” he told her firmly as he ran his hand over her butt cheeks.

“I’m okay. Just clumsy and embarrassed.”

Dylan replaced her panties. “Once this is all over we need to do some lingerie shopping. I want to see you in something lacy. And red.”

“Really?” she said, slightly turned on at the idea of shopping for panties with him.

“Hmm.” He turned her back around and kissed her. “I have dreams of seeing you in lacy red panties and nothing else.”

She shivered as he reached beneath her t-shirt to cup her breast. He pushed her breast up and over the cup of her bra. Placing the tip of his finger and thumb on either side of her nipple, he pinched it lightly. Tilly jolted as pleasure shot through her.

He did the same with her other breast. Raising her t-shirt, he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples before flicking her right nipple with his tongue.

“Dylan,” she groaned, grasping hold of his head.

He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her. Still lapping at her nipple, he turned and walked toward the bed. Gently, he laid her down on the mattress and then knelt on all fours over her.

“Damn, you’re like a drug. One touch, one taste, it’s just not enough.” He kissed her, thoroughly taking command of her mouth.

Tilly melted beneath him, pleasure rolling over her in deep waves.

Dylan knelt back. “Shit, sorry, this is probably the last thing you feel like.”

“No, please, don’t stop.” She wanted him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive.” She ran her hands up his thighs. “Please, Dylan. I need you.”

He sat her up so he could tug her t-shirt up and over her head. He undid her bra, throwing it away. “Keep your arms above your head. Don’t move them.”

His command heightened her pleasure as she raised her arms up, clasping her hands together.

Dylan pushed her breasts together, flicking his tongue over her nipples. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up towards him.

“A mhuirnín, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

She didn’t believe it. But she could tell he meant it. He moved down her body, running small kisses over her stomach. Standing, he grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her legs.

For a long moment, he just studied at her. She resisted the urge to cover herself, hard as that was. She didn’t want to listen to the nasty voices in her head, the ones that said she wasn’t good enough, wasn’t thin enough, wasn’t smart enough. They had no place here and she was done letting them rule her.

“Do I want to know what’s going on in inside your head?” he murmured, staring down at her seriously.

“Probably not,” she replied truthfully.

Grabbing her legs just above her knees, he pulled her toward him.

“Place your feet flat on the edge of the bed,” he commanded. “Make sure your arms stay where they are.”

Tilly followed his order.

“Wider.”